I never said it would. I just wanted someone who cares, someone who listens, someone who makes life feel less empty. But I guess even that’s too much to ask. Everyone around me has their lives figured out, their connections, their support systems, and then there’s me—just trying to survive another day. It’s like I’m invisible, like my pain doesn’t matter. People always say that things will get better, but they never do. They just get more unbearable, and no one notices. I just want someone to acknowledge I’m here, that I exist, that I matter. But that’s too much, isn’t it?
